残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in the world all the while trying to find her brot...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 ⎡ 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆 ⎦
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"Please, sit," (Y/N) asked of both Obanai and Sanemi once they had returned to the small home, both of them doing as she asked upon the roughed-up zabutons that they had found. "It won't be better than Kocho-san's skills, but I am confident enough in my ability to bandage you two up."
"There's no need," Sanemi scoffed.
"Of course there is," she uttered with a shake of her head, pulling out several cloth pads and a roll of gauze. "You're important to me."
Sanemi jolted at that, whipping his head around to look at her in disbelief.
Before he could say anything, she continued on softly, "Both of you are. You've done so much for me, and I wholly appreciate it. It is why, to the best of my abilities, I want to pay back the graciousness that you've bestowed upon me. I know that as Hashira, to accept a demon is bewildering in and of itself, which is why I am all the more grateful to you two."
"...Whatever," Sanemi muttered as he turned away, not wanting her to see the expression he was making from her words.
(Y/N)'s smile softened even at his petulant mannerisms, kneeling in front of him so that she could properly attend to his wound. Since that wound was on his chest, the jagged cuts having slowed in bleeding, she had to get more closer to him than normal, something that only made his body coil in a taut manner. She wasn't faring too well either, swallowing thickly at the belated scent of his marechi blood.
However, she pushed on.
As she shuffled even closer to wrap the gauze around one of the cloth pads after stopping the bleeding, (Y/N) hardly noticed the way Sanemi glanced down to stare at her. His eyes roved over face as she worked, finding restraint and diligence in her gaze that never seemed to waver. He found himself unable to look away, instead wanting to admire such aspects about her, his eyes lidding as he did so.
He found himself comforted.
Just like before when she had wrapped his arm, her touch was gentle and soft.
It was almost stunning to him.
"There you go," (Y/N) announced as she sat back on her heels, her smile bright whilst she looked up towards Sanemi. "This should hold you until we reach Kocho-san's."
